(no subject)
Those tear stain'd cases
Each one following hits
As hard as mama's hand on a cold day
Loaded with explosive tones
Doesn't my lover hear me weep
Wish he'd just come back to me
Warm this chilled heart
This cold bed of mine.
Your a hard time son of a gun, kid
Swayin in this heart ache
Through hard times
but my aim's gettin real good.
How much this trip's gonna take
On this heavy heart
Dont expect there'll be much left
when you return, so..
Hurry home son,
Don't calm those foot steps
They need be fast paced
and placed fast.
Cuz there's a promise you've given
tis the only thing easin
my crazy mind
Holdin onto love
and its tuckin me to sleep
Where dreams can drift
Away my sorrows
till the morrow